Representative Nam
It was back in high school, when Jiyeon was working part-time at the Study Café.
She had thought it strange when the owner told her that all she had to do was study hard and then go home, but little by little she grew used to that life, and settled into it.
Then, one day, she met the owner for the first time, when he came out to look the Study Café over.
He seemed to be somewhere in his late thirties, with a face that was somehow both easy and kind. The drinker's belly he carried—as if he had weathered the years in earnest—was striking, and yet he was built like a bear, so large through the frame and so thick through the torso that he did not give the impression of a man who was merely fat.
The owner recognized Jiyeon first and greeted her, smiling with a touch of awkwardness.
"I'm sorry, Jiyeon. This isn't something the law actually permits, so I wasn't able to enroll you in the insurance."
"No, really, it's all right. If anything, thank you for supporting me like this."
Knowing how things stood at home, Jiyeon was grateful to an owner who helped her so much.
What she did not know was that a minor could, in fact, sign a proper employment contract, have the terms examined, and be enrolled in each of the insurances. Had the owner only been willing, he could have put general affairs in her hands and satisfied every condition of enrollment with ease.
"Be sure you get into a good university. Become someone who can spread her dreams from a higher place."
Jiyeon bowed again and again as she thanked him.
The owner left looking satisfied, and after that he never showed himself before her again. Not until that incident.
Time passed once more.
She was studying as she always did when, on a break, she opened Yungtube and came upon a video of herself studying.
She had found the clip by chance, but she knew in an instant that she was the one in it.
As it turned out, several holes—so small they were difficult to notice—had been bored into the room, and through those holes the cameras had been running.
Shaking with anger, Jiyeon went straight to the manager and told him she was reporting it to the police at once.
She pressed him hard to put her through to the owner. Aside from having seen the man once, she still knew nothing about him, and any contact had to pass through the manager.
Jiyeon assumed, of course, that the owner was behind it. In truth, he was not.
From the installation of the cameras through the recording, the editing, and the upload, every act had been a crime the manager committed alone.
From the very beginning he had harbored ugly intentions toward Jiyeon. Knowing he could never have her anyway, he had meant to catch her by a weakness and blackmail her with it.
For a full six months he had recorded without being caught, and he had even uploaded the footage to a Yungtube channel and pocketed the revenue.
He offered nothing like an apology. He laughed at her instead.
"Next time, I'd rather you came in something besides the school uniform. That's what the boss said, you know~. And you fell for a line like that and started showing up in camisoles of your own free will, you little— Money really is nice, isn't it~! At your age, what were you even planning to do with the boss? Heh heh heh..."
The words were insulting enough to set her teeth on edge, but Jiyeon did not bend.
"Are you finished? You've even confessed for me, so I ought to thank you. The moment I walk out, I'm filing a complaint."
"Sure, go ahead~. Do it, and I'll spread every uncut video of you."
"Uncut...?"
Jiyeon had thought the videos on Yungtube were all there was. She had forced down the nausea and checked them herself: there was a little exposure, yes, but nothing that could be held over her.
"Look at you, playing innocent. You were in there comforting yourself almost every day. Honestly, none of it came out clearly. I just figured it out now and then, watching you laid face-down on the desk."
At that, Jiyeon went cold.
When you do nothing but study in one place, desire building up is only natural. The room where she studied happened to be a single. Now and then she would bite back her voice and rub, lightly, over her clothes.
That was all.
But the moment she understood that she was being threatened, tears welled before she could stop them. In a trembling voice, she asked.
"Th-then... what do I have to do for you to delete the videos?"
"It's nothing much. Once you're an adult, meet me now and then too. I'll pay you~."
"I can't. I— I have a boyfriend."
"Still think you've got a choice, huh. What does that matter~? I'd only be enjoying myself once in a while. And hey, you know what happens if you report this, right? Think carefully."
"Manager. Think carefully about what, exactly?"
"......Wh—! B-b-b-boss?"
The manager saw the owner, who had appeared behind him without warning, and stumbled backward in terror. He was shaking so hard that even Jiyeon was startled.
"I heard the gist of it. Jiyeon, could you step aside for a moment?"
While Jiyeon stood off to the side, the owner said something to the manager. She never learned what. All she saw was the manager pressed flat to the floor, able to do nothing but beg and swear that he had done wrong.
After that, it moved quickly.
The videos the manager had been keeping on a hard drive were wiped completely, right before Jiyeon's eyes, and she never saw him again.
The owner apologized deeply, calling it his own failure of oversight. He said he had sent the manager somewhere the man would never be able to crawl back out of.
He also told her to quit. He would give her severance.
"You're still a minor, Jiyeon, and you have no power. Once you're an adult, if something like this happens, you'll be able to protect yourself by your own rights without looking over your shoulder to see who is watching. ...And you won't have to make money through a workaround like this anymore."
Persuading her, he revealed at last who he was. He introduced himself not as the owner, but as the representative of a company.
"It'll be a little difficult to hide it now. Please call me Representative Nam."
Through a private foundation, he said, he ran a program that supported—free of charge—students who had dreams but came from difficult homes.
This Study Café was only one of the businesses he operated.
"Ah, and I've seized both the authority over the Yungtube account and all the revenue the manager earned in the meantime. I'll turn it over to you as it is."
On the spot, the representative transferred the Yungtube earnings, severance included, into Jiyeon's account. It was enough to cover a full year of university tuition.
He told her she was free to use the account as she liked, and that deleting it would not matter in the least. Only this: any additional revenue that came from putting the deletion off, he would hold himself until she came of age, and then deliver to her all at once.
He gave her his phone number and said that once she was an adult, he would introduce her to suitable work.
Time passed, and Jiyeon came of age.
True to his word, Representative Nam introduced her to a new job. Among the several part-time positions, she chose work as a fitting model for a shopping mall. It offered the fewest days and the highest pay.
Jiyeon handled the modeling extremely well, and she grew close to President Joo Chaebin quickly.
Then came a certain day.
Jiyeon arrived as usual and was looking over the outfits she was meant to wear.
That was when a man she had never seen came bursting into the studio, all in a rush.
"Chae... Chaebin, where are you.... Chaebin......"
He wandered the studio, calling Chaebin's name as if he were desperate.
The president's boyfriend, maybe? Jiyeon wondered, but Chaebin had never once offered anything about herself, so there was no way to know.
In any case Chaebin wasn't there, so Jiyeon decided to explain in her place.
"Um.... If you're looking for the president, she stepped out for a bit. Is something the matter?"
The man flinched at the sight of her and drew in on himself. He stayed like that for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth.
"Are you... a model? Working under Chaebin...?"
"Yes, that's right. My name is Baek Jiyeon."
She had only introduced herself, and yet the man seized his own hair and tore at it as if he were having a fit.
Startled, Jiyeon tried somehow to stop him, but his face only twisted further.
"Ah, ah, ah, aaaah... N-no, you can't. This place is... dangerous. Someday she will— hk."
"Oppa?"
The studio door opened and Chaebin came in. At the sight of her, the man stopped dead.
"Ma'am! This person, his condition is a little......"
"Oppa. What are you doing here? Get out. Now."
"I'll go, Chaebin. I'm sorry, I'll go...!"
The man followed Chaebin out without resistance. Left alone in the studio, Jiyeon stood there in a daze, and then, through the window, she saw them again.
Chaebin led the man to a luxury sedan. The two of them seemed to talk for a moment in front of the car. Then Chaebin put him in the passenger seat and got into the back herself.
As she climbed into the back, a hand shot out from inside and seized her backside hard, but Jiyeon did not see it.
"Ma'am? Is she going somewhere again...?"
But the car did not move. It stayed where it was parked, and some five minutes passed.
At last Chaebin got out. At the same moment the sedan pulled away, and she came into the building tidying her disheveled hair and her face.
Once inside the studio she apologized over and over, and said she would pay Jiyeon for the day, so Jiyeon could go home at once. It was unexpected, but Jiyeon had no wish to make trouble over nothing, and she agreed.
"Jiyeon... by any chance. Did that man say something to you, earlier?"
For an instant Jiyeon remembered what he had said. She did not know why he had said it.
Only, he had looked so terribly frail in the mind that he had not inspired much trust in her.
"He just.... He came in all of a sudden and was looking for you. That's all."
"Good. Then that's a relief. He's a strange person — he scared you, didn't he?"
"Even so, he didn't seem dangerous. I'm all right."
Chaebin apologized once more, saying she truly was sorry. Jiyeon laughed it off awkwardly, insisted that she really was fine, and left for the day.
Once Jiyeon was gone, only Chaebin remained in the studio. Standing before the mirror, she took off her outer layer and undid the shoulder straps of her dress, one and then the other.
On her left shoulder a red rose bloomed, its petals fully open, and from her collarbone down over the upper swell of her chest a thick black snake lay coiled.
She drew the zipper at her back all the way down, shed the dress completely, and then unhooked her bra. The loosened undergarment dropped onto the dress with a soft tap.
Her nipple piercings were laid bare. She touched them lightly, gave them a small flick, and let her hand glide down until it caught the string of her thong. Something came away in her grip.
"This is......"
Tied to the string at her hip was a condom packed full of someone's semen. Without hesitation Chaebin worked it loose, took it in her mouth, and drew the panties down until she was bare.
Clear arousal spilled from her lower lips, and with it a thick, cloudy white stretched in heavy strands. Semen ran down her thighs. She paid it no mind at all.
At last entirely naked, Chaebin sank to her knees and lifted the condom high. She put out her tongue, long, and took into her mouth every drop that spilled from it, missing nothing.
Someone commanded her from inside her head.
The smell was sharp enough to sting her nose, and Chaebin's breathing grew rougher by degrees. Her mouth was dyed white all the way through, and every time she let a breath out she squirted, reflexively.
Legs spread wide, both arms drawn back behind her head, Joo Chaebin began to beg someone.
Please, give me permission.... Allow me to swallow now, please, hah, hah........
"Hhh— haaah...... aaaaah, nngh—♡♡♡!!"
Chaebin clenched her teeth and climaxed, gushing. Eyes rolled back, shuddering, what remained of her was an animal running on instinct alone.
It was so thick that swallowing took a miserable effort, but somehow she got every last trace of semen past her throat.
"Th-thank you, for today as well. Aahhh........"
Chaebin opened her mouth wide and was confirmed to have eaten every drop. Pubic hair was caught here and there on her tongue and between her teeth.
Until he left her mind, Chaebin did not move from that spot. She stayed bowed down. On the backside she lifted, as if to tempt him, a tattoo had been inked in script: an A.
Once, Chaebin had first had a Q inked there instead of an A. Later she had the tattoo removed, and had it done again.
This studio was the place where Chaebin had been born entirely anew. Here she had cast off the self that stayed tangled in pathetic things.
Even the boyfriend she had once loved most of all.